Chapter 6 Elowen
ELOWEN
I last until my late afternoon chores are done the next day. By that time, almost all the girls in my dorm have snuck off to find relief. I see them heading to town and I know I shouldn’t follow. If I do, I’ll surely end up seeking out the huge Drake blacksmith. I don’t want that, do I?
No, I tell myself firmly, I don’t.
But it does no good. He keeps popping into my mind and I keep thinking of how his muscles glisten with sweat when he’s working the forge. (Yes, I admit, I’ve walked past sometimes, pretending I was on an errand but really wanting to see him work.)
I try telling myself all kinds of frightening things.
They say that Drake Shifters never quite lose all their Drake qualities, even when they’re in human form. They say a male will have his Drake’s shaft—that it’s huge and covered in scales and spines and it hurts when he thrusts it inside you.
I don’t want that—I really don’t! I’m a virgin, after all. I don’t want to spread my legs for a monster—I don’t.
Especially since I’m sure he’d be cruel—he has that look about him—the look of a male who makes love like he makes war—harsh and unforgiving.
I don’t want to be split in two by his huge, spiny Drake cock and plowed until I can’t walk.
I don’t want to look at him and see those tarnished silver eyes glaring down at me or watch his muscular chest flex as he thrusts ruthlessly into me over and over and over…
Eventually, I have to give up. The curse is too strong—my need is too great. I just can’t fight it anymore.
So—even though I know I’ll regret it the rest of my life—I go to town to find him and offer myself like a sacrificial lamb.